If using a cell phone’s alarm to wake yourself for an early flight home, it’s best, turns out, that it ring and not vibrate.

I missed my flight from Charlotte to Chicago this morning but flew stand-by on the next one out.  I’m now in the stand-by lottery once again.  (Come on! No whammies!) If all goes well I’ll be home for dinner this afternoon. If not I’ll be sleeping in Chicago.  The upside?  I’ll also be having Chicago pizza for dinner.

Oh, and the girl sitting next to me just got up and yacked in the recycling can.  I don’t think airport hot dogs recycle. And pizza suddenly doesn’t sound yummy.

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UPDATE: Big whammy.  I didn’t make the 2PM flight home so I’m trying again in a couple hours.  And, me thinks, I’ll likely be trying a couple hours after that as well.  Apparently – who knew? – a lot of folks vacation in the hot months commonly referred to as “Summer.” Not a lot of empty seats for guys flying stand-by.

I wonder if vomit girl’s feeling any better.